Thursday, 16 April 2009
08:59:37 PM (GMT)
Is this the first non- Little Orphan I haven't made private?
Wow, I think it is.
a shame, since this one will be relatively short.
The two walked towards each other. Kevin stopped. Immediately after seeing Kevin
stop, Franklin stopped. There was exactly four feet, or to their minds, eight floor
tiles between them. The hall way was half darkened. At the same moment they both
thought 'There's something weird about him... He's seems familiar...'
"Acid fahjinkle." Franklin said clearly, his deep vioce not getting the echo it
deserved. Kevin blinked in surprise but kept his expression impassive.
"Brother!!" They both shouted as they rushed in for a manly embrace. The computer
geeks continued the remaining one hundred forty-three floor tiles to the door, arms
resting comraderily on each others shoulders.
Comraderily is totally a word by the way.
Anyone who understands what Franklin meant by "acid fahjinkle" please explain in
comments. If you don't get it, say so in comments and I'll explain, thus drawing you
into the computer-geeky world of random observations.
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